You loved me with your fingertips.
And I hate myself for loving so hard.
For standing out in the thunder and lightning
for someone who was blind to it all.
Because no matter what I do
You are still in my heart.
I thought you loved me
And my broken pieces too.
I thought your touch could save me.
That your touch was the cure.
Now that I look at myself
I know that that's not true.
So maybe I do deserve to be burned,
along with all those bridges,
I’ve so desperately made for you.
My mind keeps saying
'Realize your worth.'
I tell myself,
'I will get through this alone.'
I won't.
I never wanted anything perfect.
Just an ordinary, corrupt
human Love.
02/10/2017My thanks to Amanda Vegas, i-always-miss-you, Just Ela, Bruce Adler, Maram Rimawi, samesounds, planetkalei, quiescent-soul and spinningsharks for the words.
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